Longing

A voice echoed
across the valley of silence.
Wafted
over the lush green trees.

Climbed
the steep mountain slopes
along with the delicate beams
of the rising sun
that began their ascent
at the start of a new day.
Searching.
Calling.
Longing.

For him.

Her voice echoed
across the valley of silence.
Melodious. Like the sounds
of the gushing stream that
she splashed across.
Barefooted.
Weary. Tired.
From the journey she began
so long ago.

Yet her eyes gleamed
with the brilliance
of a hope
that only a lover would know of.

She knew he had walked among
these trees.
Knelt down and drunk
from the waters that now
bathed her feet.
He had quenched his thirst
yet his heart
pined.

For her.

He had looked across the lake
at the tresses of the willow tree.
Like her hair
that cascaded down her shoulders.
Intoxicated with the memory of her fragrance
as she surrounded herself
by his embrace,
his heart had skipped a beat
and filled a moment
with silence.

Silence.
That could only be broken
by the sound of
her voice.


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